“Wait!”
The sheriff uttered the word in a low tone, as he halted on the very edge of a large, overhanging rock.
The others drew up behind him.
Leaping to the ground, Sheriff Shattock moved cautiously to the front, and peered over.
“What do you see?” whispered Oliver.
“Nothing, as yet; but wait. If I am right, he will come along the road, just below here.”
“And if he does?” put in Mr. Whyland.
“I reckon I’ll make him come to terms,” was the slow but determined response.
A minute—and another—passed. To the boys they seemed hours.
Suddenly the sheriff leaped up.